This is a song about "Von trail mom"

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

With a trail of dead mic's cause these wack cats get stopped like red lights.

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

I nail this scale, don't need a paved road, i can make my own trail/

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

Brave and confident i blaze a trail through seven continents

With synthetics and leaving behind a trail of prosthetics and medics

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I'mma do this fast or slow

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Ridin’ in a cl, hope i never see jail

I'm mad as hell, on the trail of the tattle tail

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale

Ill kill you with no trail, no jail,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

My mom, it was the bomb,